I worked with this crazy dude who tracked the commodities market with colored pieces of Xerox paper, wore the male version of hot pants on casual Friday, and told all of his co-workers that he was a member of an alien master race. Apparently, the alien master race had placed individuals like himself amongst all us lesser dumb folks, to facilitate evolution otherwise it would have taken millions more years before we grew any smarter. According to him, Thomas Jefferson, Dante, Plato..all the great thinkers throughout history were really aliens.

At some point during my tenure at the company, the alien master race got in contact with him and he changed his name to Polis..I think his name was Phil. He left the company. Perhaps he's on the mother ship as I'm typing this.

Maybe his cat facilitated messages from them.

https://open.spotify.com/artist/2YHxGUvESQz2KVWX7tGfLo?si=j7Uu4cSLRLmwhBBn75e68g

https://open.spotify.com/artist/5wYxBeX6HkRciSVwmn9bdr?si=UmPlCB5gS0SHRie8_wXo5A